Wednesday, January 31


There isn't much to write today
except perhaps to say
another day, yet another day
when all the love I need
is knowing you still miss me
just a little more quietly
from just a little further away.

Thursday, January 4


A search ends
when our gaze finds rest
in each other's eyes.
A home, away from home.
Even if
for a fleeting moment
or two.
And it doesn't seem
so futile anymore,
this whole life
that I kept looking
for you.

Saturday, December 30

this december

My love for winters in Delhi
is mostly
because it lets me disappear.
In its tombs and gardens
dargahs and temples
highways and bylanes
markets and mohallas,
fading daylight
and rising mist.
A city of strangers
a strange city to love.

Thursday, November 2


All you gave me
was love
when all I was craving for
was your attention.

Saturday, October 21


Sometimes I wonder
how hollow my life would be
if you stop breaking my heart
so effortlessly.

Tuesday, September 12


I don't want to look back
and think of all the things
I could, should, would have done
for every moment we spent apart,
for all the reasons that kept us away.
I want to think of how hard I tried,
every day, every hour,
in everything I did.
Of how I lost myself in you,
but ended up slipping through.

Sunday, July 9


When you return,
You return
my madness
to me.
A spring sets into my soul
and everything is easier
once again.
Everything is simpler
everything, more fun.
Like just sitting
and watching tv
or doing the dishes
after tea.
Or just staring
out of the window,
watching the trees
groove in the breeze.
Or doing nothing.
I don't miss you terribly
when you are gone
But everytime you're back
I know what I have been
missing, all along.